This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 339 - 43 Round 1

Chapter 339: Chapter 43 Round 1

Here, the heights seemed boundless, and the expanse felt seemingly infinite.

Ten thousand competing cultivators were in a region that had been divided distinctly into ten areas.

Within each area, a hundred massive platforms had been established.

The size of each platform was about ten kilometers in diameter, spacious enough for any cultivator to fully utilize their skills.

Around the exterior of the platforms, there was a layer of spiritual power light shields enveloping them.

All the competing cultivators, based on their earlier grouping, were sequentially placed into the ten areas.

At each area’s border, similarly, there was a faint spiritual power light curtain segregating them.

And in the air around them, countless islands were floating. These islands were the positions designated for observing cultivators.

Even before the group knockout competition had started, these islands were already bustling.

Cultivators from all the top-tier sects, as well as those tens of thousands of talented cultivators who hadn’t made it into the knockout rounds, had already positioned themselves on the islands, eagerly anticipating the moment when this generation’s most outstanding cultivators would demonstrate their abilities and decide the victor, each displaying their own style.

The area Lu Qingshan belonged to was marked as number six, that is, Group Six.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Waves of energy spread like tides, and everyone looked up at that moment, gazing toward the sky.

Lights intertwined, and seven figures appeared in the air.

They were high-level cultivators from the seven major Taoist Sects.

Lu Qingshan also looked up, his eyes flickering with interest as he gazed at the cultivator standing at the center of the seven.

Of the seven, he had seen six during the Seal Spirit Tower’s retest, but this seventh person, a replacement for the Chang Geng Sect Leader, was a new face.

This was a thin, elderly man dressed in a blue robe. On his robe, there was an embroidery of a black sun and a crescent moon, intersecting like a Tai Chi diagram.

This was the Taiyin Sect Leader from the Rinsing Spirit Sect.

It was unexpected that just a day after the shocking news that their previous Sect Leader was an insider for the Netherworld, the Rinsing Spirit Sect had already sent another Sect Leader to preside over the discussion of the Seven Domains.

This also indirectly showcased the strength of the Rinsing Spirit Sect.

They were so robust that even after such a significant event, the Rinsing Spirit Sect could still operate as usual.

It was like when a huge wave comes, only the largest ship can still sail on.

“Let me emphasize the rules one last time!” the Taiyin Sect Leader said, his eyes slightly narrowed as his gaze swept over the ten thousand cultivators poised for action. His resonant voice boomed, echoing between heaven and earth, stirring everyone.

“The group knockout competition is divided into two rounds, beginning with the Third Sequence cultivators challenging the Second Sequence cultivators.

Third Sequence cultivators, you are free to choose your opponent. Remember, each person only has two chances to challenge.

Each challenged cultivator can have an hour to recover before facing the next challenge.

Finally, each cultivator in the Second Sequence can be challenged a maximum of five times. Once all the challenge attempts for Second Sequence cultivators are exhausted, or if no more challenges are initiated, this round of the knockout competition will be declared over.”

Taiyin Sect Leader declared, “Now, let the first round of the knockout competition begin!”

….

Upon the command of the Taiyin Sect Leader, the arena bustled with activity amongst the competing cultivators.

But initially, very few chose to initiate a challenge.

The reason was simple; all the competing cultivators had a clear understanding. In this type of challenge under such rules, the timing of the challenge and discernment were very important.

Each group’s Second Sequence cultivators comprised ninety cultivators, among whom there were naturally stronger and weaker ones.

If one rushed to challenge blindly and picked a tough opponent, wouldn’t that be a wasted effort?

Poor discernment could not be blamed on others, but those who lacked it naturally needed to learn to watch and wait.

They must remember that they only had two chances to challenge, and the margin for error was extremely low.

But if one waited too long to challenge, that too was inappropriate.

Since each Second Sequence cultivator could be challenged up to five times, those who appeared slightly weaker might be consecutively challenged in a short period.

Missing these opportunities and then wanting to initiate challenges when there were still chances left would naturally mean facing those tough opponents who were difficult to successfully challenge.

Furthermore, if all challenge attempts for Second Sequence cultivators were exhausted, even if you hadn’t used both your challenge chances, that would just be too bad.

Because at that point, the round of the knockout competition would be considered over.

…

Finally, in Group Six where Lu Qingshan was, the first challenger stepped forward.

It was a white-robed cultivator, lean and lanky, with a Cultivation at the Perfection of Foundation Establishment.

He leaped onto one of the hundred platforms, his gaze landing on a Golden Core Early Stage cultivator among the Second Sequence below.

“Fellow Daoist, how about a friendly exchange?” the white-robed cultivator greeted with a bow.

The face of the chosen Golden Core Early Stage cultivator turned slightly livid.

Clearly, under these rules, he was seen as the weakest in the Second Sequence by the white-robed cultivator, which made him somewhat indignant.

“Let’s see what skills you have to dare challenge me,” said the Golden Core Early Stage cultivator darkly, not directly responding to the white-robed cultivator’s words as he leaped onto the platform.

Sixth District, first battle, officially begins!

The moment the Golden Core Early Stage cultivator stepped onto the platform, a light shield enveloping the platform shimmered with gloss.

This signified that the challenge had officially started!

The cultivator in white clenched his teeth, flicked his hand, and a pitch-black iron rod appeared in his grasp, emanating a powerful spiritual aura.

With a loud shout, he swiftly dashed forward, swinging the long rod at the head of the Golden Core Early Stage cultivator.

His speed was fast, and he wielded the iron rod with fierce momentum, like a great mountain smashing down.

Although he was merely a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, his choice to challenge a Golden Core Early Stage cultivator wasn’t rash but necessary since all cultivators in the Second Sequence were in the Golden Core Realm and he really had no other choice.

He had rationally analyzed and made what, in his view, was the best decision.

The challenger he picked specialized in Wood Technique spells.

Wood Techniques excel in control and restraint, typically having relatively lesser killing power compared to the other four elemental spells.

And he himself practiced Body Cultivation, being thick-skinned and robust.

In such circumstances, he might just manage to cope with the less lethal Wood Technique by employing rapid attack tactics, hopefully sneaking a victory.

The Golden Core cultivator’s eyes clearly caught every tiny movement of the cultivator in white and he snorted disdainfully.

Without any panic, he clapped his hands together, and a thick vine whipped out like a fierce python towards the cultivator in white.

At that time, the Golden Core cultivator also retreated explosively, and a thick green vine shield emerged in front of him.

Even though he was contemptuous inside, the Golden Core cultivator didn’t let his guard down and immediately created distance.

Maintaining distance is always the prime principle of Dharma Cultivation when facing Body Cultivation.

Hiss!

The vine casually released by the Golden Core cultivator had already entwined itself in front of the cultivator in white.

Boom!

The thick iron rod radiated a black spiritual light and smashed onto the vine, attempting to instantly break through the spell.

However, contrary to the cultivator in white’s expectations, the vine was extremely tenacious. His strike did not break the vine; instead, it wrapped around his iron rod magic artifact.

“Unlucky! Although Wood System spells have lower lethality, their toughness and control are extremely strong, somewhat countering my broad and sweeping moves,”

The cultivator in white quickly mulled over his options, hoping to find an immediate counter-strategy.

But seeing this, the Golden Core cultivator who had already distanced himself revealed a sneer.

“You’re still far off!”

He raised his sleeve, opening his right hand and performing a seal gesture with his left.

Wood Spirit Cage!

In the palm of his right hand, a surge of spiritual power gushed out, mobilizing the power of the Wood Element.

Whizz whizz whizz!

Countless wooden spears poured down like a barrage, targeting the cultivator in white.

Facing such a ferocious attack, the cultivator in white didn’t have any time to think and tremored slightly, as a layer of golden light emerged on the surface of his body.

“Craack!”

The wooden spears smashed into the cultivator in white’s protective aura, creating terrifying, resonant booms and forming cracks!

“Can’t withstand a single move?”

The cultivator in white initially thought that, as a Body Cultivator, his protective spirit technique might at least last a few breaths, giving him time to react, but the aura had already dissipated by this time.

The wooden spears continued advancing towards his chest.

He was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body.

Yet the attack was too swift and fierce, and in his haste, he found himself without any feasible plan.

Just when the wooden spears were about to pierce through his chest, a thick spiritual power enveloped him.

This was thanks to the platform’s array, not only to isolate the combat fluctuations but also to prevent fatalities among the cultivators.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the seemingly fierce wooden spears, facing this layer of spiritual protection, could not stir even a slight ripple.

The next moment, this spiritual force swiftly whisked the cultivator in white out of the platform.

The cultivator in white, defeated!

His face was full of dejection.

Losing was not a big deal, but his defeat was too miserable.

The encounter had barely lasted three exchanges, and he had already lost. If not for the protective spirit formation, he would have lost his life.

This had suddenly left him completely dejected, and he had lost interest in any further challenges.

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